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Who: Trunks with Giru and people, maybe you
Where: various places
When: throughout the month
Format: [ be brave and gimme gimme power ]
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Summary: Trunks doing stuff and thangs with Giru and some other people. Closed prompts within threads with an open prompt or two for whoever wants to come across the pair. o/

( A; TRICK OR TREAT?? )
[ Whether or not the tradition is one held within Verens, Giru has come to learn of Halloween, especially the whole asking for and receiving treats part of it. So, having tossed a small white sheet over him and a single hole cut in it for his eye to see out of, he floats around merchant's square (as a ghost) with a small pail in his tiny hand, going up to various people with a dee dee dee dee dee! treats please! said rather hopefully as he holds his pail out, expecting to be gifted treats.

Treats that are, you know, of the metallic type. But you obviously know that's what he wants, right? ]

( B; HERE AND THERE )
[ At any point throughout the month, there's a few places where one might run into Trunks. If you're of age, you might find him in a bar either in Verens or Shaarnath one night, sitting by himself at the bar with a glass of whatever's on tap, mostly keeping to himself but not exactly looking as though he'll shun anyone who makes chit chat with him. Whatever coffee shop he's holed himself up in is another place to find him, wearing his glasses and surrounded by quite a few stacks of books (both from whatever shop and his own) on the table, scribbling away this plan and that plan, all while making sure to sip on that hot drink and take a bite from whatever sandwich he sometimes forgets he has on that plate; careful not to trip over any extra books near him on the floor. The other place you might find him is out in the market square with stacks of hay or rather large milk cans hoisted over his shoulder, loading up a buggy for an elderly couple. Giru's there to help of course, pulling a basket of apples along... until he accidentally tips it over and said apples roll everywhere down the square. Well, he tried. ]

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[The robot is definitely fast, but Rokurou manages to keep up easily enough, trailing behind only a little. And once they arrive... He slows to halt and even without Giru's warning, he can sense that something isn't right. What, however, he has no idea.

With a glance at the robot, he takes a few steps forward.]

...Trunks? You okay there, buddy?

[ When Rokurou finally speaks, a slow and creepy smile gently curls up on his lips. ]

Thanks, Giru. I knew I could count on you to bring him to me.

[ Turning then, the half-saiyan smiles to Rokurou and gives a tilt of his head. Something is... definitely not right here, especially since he can't seem to stop smiling at the daemon. ]

Now that you're here, I'm doing a whole lot better.

[....That is so creepy man, and disturbingly unnerving. It's less about the expression itself and more just who it's coming from. Mask doesn't help much, either.]

I'd feel flattered if you weren't giving me the creepy psycho look right now. [His countenance may appear his usual laidback self, but in reality his nerves are taught, ready to move at the slightest indication.]

Does this have anything to do with that mask you're wearing? [Although he's keeping his eye on and addressing Trunks, the question was also to Giru since he's not sure how much he can depend on Trunks saying the truth.]

[ Small robot hands fidget together as Giru floats there near Rokurou, giving him a Something grab Trunks. Trunks not himself. as a means of explanation with his current... state.

Trunks, on the other hand, just keeps smiling. ]

Come on, Rokurou. Is that any way to talk to your friend?

[ And it's on the word friend that he lunges for the daemon. ]

[Even if he was prepared, the sudden lunge still catches him a little by surprise and he only just manages to jump away to avoid him. His hands itch for his swords, but he refrains from pulling them out just yet. He doesn't actually want to fight Trunks...but he has a very strong suspicion he may not have a choice in the matter.]

Just saying it like I see it!

[But seriously, what should he do?? He knew the guy was strong—stronger than him, honestly—and now, it feels like he's facing a Code Red Daemon that's way out of his league by himself. Even Rokurou can recognize that.]

Sure we can't settle this over some drinks?

[ Don't you like a good challenge, Rokurou? C'mon, be a pal!

But ok, this is clearly NOT anything that Trunks himself would do to the daemon and so, yeah, probably right in assuming something is clearly not right with the half-saiyan. ]

Sure. Why don't I take you for some?

[ Even the way he says that sounds downright creepy and it's the way those eyes glow behind the mask that shows... yeah, possession maybe? Probably a thing. Giru, of course, flies his way over to Rokurou's shoulder and points to those glowing eyes with a danger! danger! grabbed Trunks! grabbed Trunks! probably for a warning to Rokurou to, you know, don't let that mask get on his face next. ]

[...Yeah that just sounds...really wrong with the way he says that. And he's already eying the mask when Giru flies over, so with this new bit of "information" he has to rethink a few things.

"Grab?"

Like...latched onto his face??? But if that thing has some kind of curse on it—yeah, he could see that.]

Well when you say it like that, I'm kind of having second thoughts.

[Empyreans this is so creepy. But all right, everything boil downs to that mask and he has to somehow get it off without getting it on himself. There's only one method that immediately comes to mind, but is it the safest?

At worst there might be an even greater mess on his hands.

He just needed to get close and from there...well, only one way to find out.]

Sorry, Trunks, but looks like we're going to have to do this the hard way.

[And now he slowly unsheathes his swords, his eyes never leaving those behind the mask.]

[ When Rokurou unsheathes his swords, Giru shakes a little and a tiny hand reaches out to grab at his shoulder with a don't kill! Trunks your friend! Trunks my friend! to which the half-saiyan in question merely grins at that. Oh, so it's a fight he wants? Well, if that's the case. ]

You can try. But don't think I'm gonna go easy on you just because we're friends.

[ Adding extra creepiness to how he says friends, he holds his hands out, palms up, and generates two balls of glowing ki energy... that grow... and grow... and grow. They're about the size of a couple of soccer balls when he finally throws those in Rokurou's direction... and not at all slow about it. ]

Don't worry, I'm not going to kill him. [He only spares a glance at Giru, muttering some reassurances as Trunks goes on his creepy way and starts generating those balls of glowing ki.] Just help me get that mask off!

[And that's all he manages to shout before he has to jump up and out of the way when those ki balls are released. He does wish had more time to think of a plan, but he also didn't want to risk Trunks figuring anything out. That and he and planning, what is that. He just hopes Giru will trust him and will help in saving their friend.

So, while he's still in the air, fiery daggers will appear and with a swing of his arm he sends them down towards Trunks, following close behind as he descends with his own surprising speed.]

Gee, Rokurou. Here I thought you were gonna give it your all.

[ That's said in regards to the won't kill him remark. MAJOR BUMMER or something.

But it's showtime and when the daemon evades those ki blasts, he can't help but smirk with a bit of a laugh... a really creepy boy-this-is-so-much-fun sort of laugh. Yeah, totally not Trunks at all.

Much like the daemon had done, the fiery daggers are evaded with a few simple twists and turns and grins as he catches sight of Rokurou coming down on him quickly. ]

Come on, Rokurou! Don't you wanna have a good fight?!

[ To which he lunges for the incoming daemon, ready and willing to sock him in the face and/or stomach. ]

[Dude, he's the one who's supposed to do the weird hell-yeah-this-is-fun laugh when fighting, okay. Don't ruin it!! But yeah, hearing that from Trunks is just...no. It's enough to make his eyes narrow and focus more.]

Not really what I had in mind!

[He keeps his trajectory until he shifts, arms crossing over into a modified air version of "Vengeful Stance." As soon as Trunks's fist hits the blade, he suddenly flash steps behind him, disappearing and whirling around as he lands. Feet skid back a bit on the ground as the cyclone bursting beneath him to rise up towards Trunks.]

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[ He can't help but GRIN at Rokurou's movements and even laughs a little louder. ]

You're gonna have to do better than that.

[ And he's ready for the daemon, even quickly charges up an energy attack special just for him.

Unable to simply stand (or float??) here and watch, when an opening presents itself for him, Giru's stomach opens up a bit and he launches a round of tiny missiles at Trunks with the intention of distracting the half-saiyan rather than actually doing any damage to him.

Which, for the record? Does in fact make him look down in confusion at the missiles coming his way and he throws an arm up to deflect them away... but also allowing him to be distracted for those few seconds. ]

[He's already ready to move when he sees Trunks charging up that special attack, but then Giru steps in and distracts him.

Aww yeah little robot buddy! Grinning to himself, he immediately shifts his stance and launches himself back up there using Shooting Star to appear above him. But rather than strike him with his swords, he's going to attempt to slam his foot down on Trunks's head. Preferably the face to hit the mask, but he'll take what he can get (if anything).]

[ Wow, that's just BEYOND RUDE?? Honestly, and they're supposed to be friends.

But it's swinging his arm away with a growl that he comes to catch the daemon coming down on him at the last second and that foot connects with his cheek more or less. But, quick as he is, he grabs at Rokurou's ankle to take him down with him to the ground, Giru watching with a falling! falling! being exclaimed as he hurries his way after the two. ]

[He had a feeling that would happen, and honestly? He lets it. It's a major risk, but it's one he's willing to take. It's a bit awkward given the position, but as they fall he'll twist his body around, his swords going through the motions in front of him.]

Form 1: Fire Burst!

[Yep, Rokurou is definitely releasing a burst of fire right in front of Trunks's face right as they plummet and hit the ground.]

[ NOT THE ~~BEES~~ SCARF!!!!

That is so beyond rude??? Like, who does Rokurou think he is with blasting fire in his face like that? But it's enough to have him snap his head back to try and evade the bulk of that fire torching his face (and mostly the mask), even coming to let go of the daemon's ankle right before they hit the ground with a rather loud CRASH.

When the dust settles, at least for Trunks, he's on the ground on his front, mask slightly cracked from the fire and its heat, pushing to get himself up... only for Giru to come zooming down and stepping on his head to try and push him back down. Please hold! Please hold! he chimes, hoping that Trunks can be held long enough for the mask to be taken off. ]

[SAYS THE ONE WHO THREW GIANT ENERGY BALLS AT HIM AND KEPT BEING CREEPY?? At least his face won't be burnt, it's like ~magic~ fire or whatever. Plus he doesn't know any ice attacks to make him "chill."

Anyway, even if Trunks had let go of his ankle, it doesn't really matter too much. He's going to be hitting the ground pretty hard on his back. Ow. Super ow. But despite the groan, he's aware of the situation and forces himself to roll over and push himself up. Just in time to see Giru trying to push him back down.

A quick shake of his head to stop the spinning and he's scrambling up, stumbling over to just throw himself on top of Trunks, his arms moving for a headlock.]

Now, Giru!

[ SOMEONE IS GONNA BE REAL MAD ABOUT THIS??? That someone being the spirit within that mask, obviously.

But as Rokurou gets him in a headlock and Giru continues to more or less jump on his head, he grabs tight at Rokurou's arm and squeezes hard to the point where if the daemon were a mere human?? That arm would be broken in about two point five seconds. Still, probably doesn't feel so great either? Not to mention the fact that lavender coloured hair begins to spike and that gold aura flares around him angrily. Someone is about to go Super Saiyan. Which is why Giru hurries around to the front and, tiny hands holding tight to the edge the mask, he pulls with all his little might giving a dee dee dee dee dee!! as he pulls... and pulls... and pulls...

AND POP.

Just like that, the mask finally comes off, sending the tiny robot tumbling backwards in the air with the mask in hand and the half-saiyan to fall back against Rokurou. ]

Gragh—! [Oh shit this is not good. His physical toughness may have increased, but Trunks has him beat by several miles in terms of strength like this. And that whole golden aura thing is not helping matters.]

Hurry it up, Giru!!

[Is all he manages to shout through gritted teeth as he tries to hold on and hope that Trunks really doesn't break his arm—because it sure as hell feels like it.

And then FINALLY it pops off and he's sent backwards, Trunks falling on top of him.

Pleaseletthisbeoverpleaseletthisbeoverpleaseletthisbeover]

[ It takes a moment for him to really come to after that mask has been ripped off his face but, when he does, he seems to be himself. No creepy grins or laughter and definitely not jumping off Rokurou and trying to strangle him. Nope. Just a very disorientated Trunks who brings a hand up to gently touch at his head as he lays there against Rokurou. ]

My head...

[ As he mumbles that with a groan, Giru zips his way over while holding the mask asking Trunks is ok now? Back to normal? as he comes to hover close. ]

[Man his arm really hurts. It'll be a miracle if it wasn't fractured. At least it wasn't his previously injured arm or it probably would have been broken again with it so newly healed. But a lot of other places are sore thanks to the fall, and sensing that Trunks is at least himself, he just lies there, not wanting to move—

OH HELL NO]

Giru, keep that thing away!

[DON'T BRING THE MASK CLOSER]

[ Blinking some at Rokurou's sudden outburst regarding the mask, he lazily tries to roll off the daemon but fails and instead, just holds his head with eyes squeezing shut. ]

What's... that sound?

[ Could it be the spirit of the mask talking to him and attempting to get back onto his face? MAYBE. Either way, Giru looks to the mask and gives a startled dee dee dee dee dee!! Destroy mask! Destroy mask! as he shakes it around a bit.

In a panic, he tosses it up in the air and fires a few missiles at it, Trunks covering his face with a hand as an explosion occurs in the sky.

JOB WELL DONE?? MAYBE?? ]

[Rokurou is just kind of stuck, but he does put his hands on Trunks's shoulders as he tries to peer over at him as he sees him holding his head. Fortunately Giru gets the right idea and destroy the damn thing, so with that now longer a threat, he can take his time in checking on the saiyan.]

Trunks, hey—you okay? [He had mentioned sound...] Not hearing anything weird, are you?

[Also dude you may be shorter than him but you're still heavy with all that freak muscle.]

[ With bits of the burnt mask falling around them, he struggles a little to sit himself up but manages to do so thanks to the hands on his shoulders. ]

I've been better... [ He groans a bit, blinking slow. ] ...would be nice if my head stopped ringing.

[ And before he can say anything else, Giru flies his way into Trunks, small hands clutching at his blue scarf with a Trunks! Trunks! Giru get help! Giru bring friend! to which he just laughs a little with a hand coming up to hold the small robot against him. ]

Yeah... thanks, Giru.

[ And with a lazy glance over his shoulder. ]

You too, Rokurou. [ A beat. ] Uh... I didn't hurt you, did I?

[There's just a sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing as Trunks responds and begins to sit up. He soon follows, releasing his hold so that he could press a hand against the side of his neck and roll his shoulder.]

Nothing I haven't been through before, although you did almost break my arm. [Just a very dry look.] But that still wouldn't have been as bad as everything else that happened.

You were really creepy back there.

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